When we have a vision, a passion about something
When we have this purpose & plan that just seems so special and ideal.
Then out of no where everything falls apart.
A wrench falls into the meshing gears & it explodes
And suddenly everything all breaks up in so many jangled pieces.
It’s the death of a vision.
We feel wrecked.
We feel exposed & worthless.
We feel down
We feel disappointed
And we sink easily into a long exasperating low point that haunts us constantly.
“Hope deferred makes the heart sick.
But a desire fulfilled is life giving”
We can’t give up.
We Keep praying.
We Keep trusting.
We Keep waiting.
Waiting is an amazing biblical concept.
Waiting means binding.
To wait on the Lord is to bind our weakness to His strength.
“But they that wait (bind themselves) on the LORD
will renew their strength;
they will mount up with wings as eagles;
they will run, and not be weary;
and they will walk, and not faint.”
We keep our vision alive through waiting prayer.
We fight the fight of faith & refuse to give up.
“If the clouds be full of rain, they empty themselves on the earth.”
C. H. Spurgeon wrote:
“WHY, do we dread the clouds that now darken our sky?
True, for a while they hide the sun, but the sun is not quenched;
The sun will be out again before long.
Meanwhile those black clouds are filled with rain;
and the blacker they are, the more likely they will yield plentiful showers.
How can we have rain without clouds?
Our troubles have always brought us blessings, and they always will.
Our problems are the dark chariots of bright grace.
These clouds will empty themselves before long,
and every tender herb will be gladder for the shower.
Our God may drench us with grief, but He will refresh us with mercy.
Our Lord’s love-letters often come to us in dark-edged envelopes.
His wagons rumble,
Our vehicles sometimes appear to have square wood wheels.
But they are loaded with benefits.
His ways blossom with sweet flowers and nourishing fruits.
Don’t worry about the clouds, but sing
because May flowers are brought to us through the April clouds and showers.
O Lord, the clouds are the dust of Thy feet!
How near You are in the cloudy and dark day!
Love sees You, and is glad.
Faith sees the clouds emptying themselves and making the little hills rejoice on every side”.
“What seems so dark to our dim sight
May be a shadow, seen aright
Making some brightness doubly bright.
“The flash that struck our tree-away.
To shelter us-lets heaven’s blue floor
Shine where it never shone before.
The cry wrung from our spirit’s pain
May echo on some far-off plain,
And guide a wanderer home again.”
“The blue of heaven is larger than the clouds.”
Just keep trusting
Just keep praying
Hope delivers from shame